Andrew um I think I should go to the hospital

Hey Tim Hesje here. I'm at an Orphanage in Suriname near the border of Guyana. I go to play soccer with the kids. The kids are just kicking the ball around everywhere in a huge field. I'm not really doing anything. Then I see the ball moving towards the gross ditch water where it fell time and time again before. I don't really want the kids to have to struggle getting it out again so I decide I can just make it there in time to stop it.  So I make a very valiant effort and do a soccer slide to get the ball.  I saved the ball and the kids keep playing.

I look down at my leg and I SEE BONE probably an inch or two i also see a huge piece of glass like the size of a brick with a huge sharp piece with blood on it and my leg has a huge skin flap open on my shin like Redford the horse for foundations people, the gash was probably one inch wide and three long or something.  Everything seemed way to surreal and I couldn't really believe what was happening.  Luckily with the shock and everything the only reason I knew i wasn't okay is because of what I saw I couldn't tell I wasn't okay and if I saw nothing I would have went and kept playing soccer but I walked over to Andrew and was like Hey Andrew I'm not OK. He laughs and says no I don't think so or something like that and I'm like Andrew um I think I should go to the hospital or something (I say while kinda laughing and not worried). Ya probably he says. Luckily Andrew and my humour stayed intact and we didn't lose our composure or good attitudes or jokes.

The kids notice and crowd around me everywhere and Andrew and one boy help me limp to somewhere to sit down.  I'm smiling and assuring all the kids its okay. I can't really walk at all now and the pain is really starting to hit me.  Finally some adults notice and get things rolling haha and I think they called the hospital.  One kid tries to touch my wound and wipe it but I don't let him and we hobble over to a sink and wash my wound and get the dirt clumps out.  I'm staring at my leg and don't feel anything and I almost pass out and Andrew and the boy are just holding me now.  I lost a whole pile of blood my leg sock and shoe were just soaked in blood even after washing it out and I thought I was going to lose consciousness it felt like when you are really dehydrated and stand up fast and see black and feel weak.  Except it lasted pretty long, this is where I felt like what if I die this pain is to much God please help me I don't think I'm done yet and then they gave me some water to chug and I felt way better (Thank you God).  I kept my cool other then that moment where I got scared but I was fine I just didn't know if I was fine or not.  Then some cloth was held in front of my face and I'm like what am I supposed to do.  Smell it.  Okay and it was alcohol, makes sense.  But I didn't know what was going on at the time.  Then I went in a van which was hard and made it to the hospital and went straight on a bed right away.  It was funny because they were like hey we got a patient and they were excited like they were bored and usually don't get one.

They spoke English, which was nice and he thought my hacky-sack in my sock might be a huge growth or something, but I just took it out and showed him it was my other leg to worry about with the huge gash and blood.  They asked what happened and if there was glass in the wound I didn't know if there was glass but I didn't think so.  They washed my wound up and a nice blond Holland chick came and stabbed my leg a bunch of times so I couldn't feel the pain but it hurt a lot very ironic huh.  She was like this is going to hurt a lot and you might feel some burning but then you wont feel anything.  So she gave me 9 stitches my leg was bandaged up and it was over.  She said I could walk on it but touching my leg on the ground hurt like mad so I was really wanting some crutches or a wheelchair or something I have always wanted an excuse to get a wheel chair and I was hoping this was my chance but sadly i hopped away but at least I got to exercise my one leg with my one leg hopping, which was nice.

So they said tomorrow to re-bandage it and Friday get the stitches out, which is good because I am on the plane to Canada Saturday.  Andrew came in to help me and very politely stepped on my toes of the hurt leg. I was like yeouch, but it didn't really hurt that bad it was fine at least he didn't boot the wound.  Then I got some painkillers and special treatment and food and water and help moving around and I sure ate and drank a lot.  I got some prayer and I was fine and I played some guitar and talked about the experience and some nice bloody sock and shoe. The sock is gone forever who knows where I got to see the glass the owned me and they picked up a lot of glass from by the ditch and I just washed my blood shoe. The end.

It is very hard to get around with one leg and very tiring and lots of things I was doing with the kids that I can't now also might miss out on fun things but w.e. Lots of stuff I still can do and I'm gonna be fine thanks God.  Other things we have been up to I'm sure one or both of the other guys will cover.